I have cut a path through your mind
like Sherman's march to the Sea.
I have cut the underbrush and the brambles.
You are now free.
From where you stand......you can smell the ocean.
There is a boat waiting.

I have cut a path through your mind
like Sherman's march to the Sea.
I have cut the underbrush and the brambles.
You are now free.
From where you stand......you can smell the ocean.
There is a boat waiting.

(There really isn't a boat.....
......I just said that to string you along.)

I have cut a path through your mind
like Sherman's march to the Sea.
I have cut the underbrush and the brambles.
You are now free.
From where you stand......you can smell the ocean.
There is a boat waiting.

(There really isn't a boat.....
......I just said that to string you along.)

There really isn't a boat...
no path, no mind,
no march to the sea,
no underbrush, no brambles.
No freedom. Except from where I stand
I can smell the ocean.